T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World

"Hey, it's not like I'm asking you to perform surgery. What's so difficult about this? Watch me do it."

Before he finished speaking, the jailer manipulated the zombie he had just picked up in the courtyard and walked straight up to one of them.

Before the man could react, the claws shot out fiercely.

"what!!!!!!!"

The man screamed in agony, clutching his groin and writhing on the ground, bright red blood gushing from between his fingers.

The male jazz musicians present all felt a pang of pain.

"thank you all."

Surprisingly, Ke Xia didn't resort to any mushy or overly sentimental gestures; instead, he gave a separate thank you to Jiang Heyi.

It actually includes everyone!

At this moment, she nodded slightly to everyone at the boundary between reality and illusion with a face full of gratitude.

"I should repay the tears and pain of my people. Now, leave the rest to me."

As Kesha closed in step by step, Giza's taut nerves finally snapped.

He shouted, "Fight! Fight them!"

No one responded; instead, they all took a few steps back in unison, as if to say, "Don't let the blood splatter on me."

With her abilities, Ksha could have easily used her magic to castrate everyone at once, but she chose to deal with them one by one.

With each pitiful wail, another maggot wriggles and pounds the ground.

After eight piercing screams, blood flowed everywhere.

The pale-faced, star-crossed sea monster, who had been trying to assault the Fallen Star Siren, gasped for breath, its eyes unfocused.

Jiang Heyi asked, "Tea Master, did you record everything?"

With the help of Mint, the Tea Master, holding the commemorative scroll, completed the confirmation and nodded.

"The man has been castrated. You've achieved your goal. Shouldn't you leave now?"

Someone actually dared to speak up.

Jiang Heyi carefully examined the person and found him somewhat familiar.

He took out the commemorative scroll that Kurien had given him earlier and saw that it was from yesterday's council meeting, when the Fallen Star Siren was making a mountain out of a molehill and called Jiang Heyi a traitor.

French Fries suddenly said, "Kshasa, break his legs."

"I am the Earl!"

In the blink of an eye, the Earl's right leg was severed, and a series of water blades crisscrossed and cut the severed leg, turning it into blood foam, ensuring that even the best potion masters would be helpless.

"Aaaaaah! The Empire will not let you get away with this, absolutely not!"

The boundary between reality and illusion is somewhat surprising.

French fries weren't made like this before; changing the format really makes a difference.

"All eight people were killed."

The nobles were getting anxious.

"you dare!"

"Killing those servants will leave room for maneuver; don't push the empire to the brink of war!"

"Young people shouldn't act impulsively!"

"Do you think I dare?" Jiang Heyi gritted his teeth and ordered, "Kill!"

"I gave you a choice before: live castration, or death."

"Since you've chosen 'or,' then today I'll choose to have it all!"

"He must be castrated, or he must die!"

Azure ripples spread across the necks of the eight people.

The head rolled and fell to the ground.

Their eyes remained wide open, as if they couldn't believe that someone would actually dare to take their lives in the capital of the empire.

Aren't they afraid of the Empire's military might?

The imperial elite surrounded the Giza estate; they arrived a little late, but seemingly at just the right time.

"Fallen Star Mission, cease resistance."

"In order to ensure that the group can maintain its normal rights, the use of magic is prohibited. If any violation is made, we will immediately take countermeasures."

Kesha laughed contemptuously, and with a flick of her tail, she flung eight "balls" into the group of nobles.

Seeing their panicked and disheveled state as they dodged and weaved, she laughed even more unrestrainedly.

I've been in the capital for so many days, but today has been the most enjoyable.

Their show is over, and how Kurien sings his part... is none of their business.

Anyway, he also said that if necessary, one should adapt to changing circumstances.

Escorted by elite imperial mages, we passed through the central courtyard, and experience points began to be calculated.

"So much experience!" Zhong Zemo exclaimed excitedly.

In the blink of an eye, Orange Tea, Zhong Zemo, and the Four Primal Bodies reached the maximum level.

I climbed to level 19 in one go while still in bed, thanks to the prison guard.

Awesome!

If killing a group of nobles' servants can yield such a generous experience reward, what about killing the noble himself?

With just a glance, the boundary between reality and illusion was already determined how that key should be used.

"Fallen Star Mission, keep moving forward, do not stop."

The jailer ignored everything, squatted down, and began touching the corpse.

"Desecration of a corpse is a serious crime!"

“Wake up. We’re already being very accommodating by cooperating with you and surrendering. I’d laugh if you talked to me about serious crimes.” Jiang Heyi said, “You’ve killed so many people, and you still care about this little serious crime? If you keep arguing, we’ll kill you too.”

The figure stopped looting the corpse at the boundary between reality and illusion, then looked up, staring at them with icy eyes…

The guards and mages all took a deep breath and formed a defensive perimeter around the courtyard.

In this situation... they seem to be protecting the boundary between reality and illusion.

The nobleman, who was terrified and hurriedly left, nearly vomited blood upon witnessing this scene.

The empire has never been so humiliated.

What a shame!

Chapter 189 The Last Wish

The incident occurred in the morning, and by noon the news had spread throughout the city of Annadu.

Such a major event has many witnesses, making it impossible to keep quiet.

Walking around the streets, you can see groups of two or three people whispering and discussing things everywhere.

The drunkards in the tavern used this incident as a topic of conversation, chatting endlessly about it.

"A disgrace, a disgrace to the empire! Since the founding of the nation, the capital has never been directly attacked by a foreign enemy!"

"The empire's nobility have been humiliated by a group of outsiders, and eight of them have even been killed on the spot. I cannot swallow this insult!"

The voices of righteous indignation were incessant, and those who echoed them all blushed, insisting on exacting equal revenge against the Fallen Star Siren and wiping away their shame.

"But don't you think the sirens were also driven to desperation in this matter?"

"What do you mean? Are you trying to become a traitor?!"

"Think about it carefully. His Majesty released eight people who attempted to assault the siren without charge, and the nobles even celebrated with gongs and drums. If you were an elder or friend of the siren who was assaulted, how would you react to seeing this?"

The drunken patrons suddenly stopped shouting.

Perhaps because most of them have children, they subconsciously associated their thoughts with certain images and fell silent for a moment.

"They can appeal, instead of resorting to violence directly. How is this any different from a terrorist attack?"

"Don't you think that the moment they resorted to violence, they never thought they could return to the Fallen Star Royal Court alive? What forced them to fight to the death for this one pride?"

Everyone fell silent again.

As the afternoon progressed, more and more details leaked to the public through insiders.

The practice of castrating before killing once again shocked the people of the capital.

Just as the public's anger was about to be ignited, they learned that the Fallen Star Mission had been repeatedly rejected and humiliated by the nobles, and that none of the conditions proposed in their negotiations had been agreed to.

Even though they were citizens of the empire and possessed a strange sense of superiority as the continent's overlords, their aggressive behavior on this rather unreasonable matter made their throats itch.

I want to say something, but I don't know who to direct my anger at.

The people were in an uproar, while neighboring countries watched with amusement.

Inside Anna's council chamber, the same vibrant scene unfolded.

"Your Majesty, I request that all members of the Fallen Star Mission be detained immediately, an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth."

"Those who blaspheme the Empire deserve to die!"

"Such despicable acts must not be easily forgiven; they must be punished with the death penalty!"

The number of nobles in the council hall had doubled, and many of the high-ranking nobles present today were here.

The one whose leg had been cut off by Ksha even appeared, supported by his servants, attempting to use his miserable state to put pressure on the other nobles and on Kurien.

Seeing the group of nobles from Bulgaria going mad, other radical factions seized the opportunity and began to move out.

"Aren't things chaotic enough already? You are all to blame for how things have come to this point."

"Gero, shut your damn mouth!"

“What’s wrong with what Gro said? You rejected the Fallen Star Mission’s demands one by one. If you had offered some appeasement, a sincere apology, and generous compensation, the matter could have been de-escalated. But for your own selfish desires, you forcibly put Giza on a pedestal and completely pushed the Siren to her limit!”

"Does being desperate justify indiscriminate killing? This is blatant disregard for imperial law!"

"While you were playing with the law, the Siren Mission was already treating the Imperial Law like toilet paper. You talk to them about the law, they just want you dead, you idiots."

"The sirens are wreaking havoc in the capital, yet you speak up for them, colluding with foreign races. Your intentions are despicable!"

“I think the Falling Star Mission is right. Your daughters are just missing a Giza education.”

"What did you say?"

For a moment, several groups of people were pushing and shoving each other.

At this moment, the members of the different factions were no longer concerned with their rank or status; they were simply fighting for a sense of pride.

The scene was chaotic and noisy, not much better than a market.

Kurien was initially just watching the show, but the more he watched, the angrier he became.

This is the empire's vast aristocratic class.

Look at the kind of people the empire has been supporting for the past few centuries!

"That's enough, shut up!"

The aged lion still possessed a terrifying aura; with a roar, it silenced the noisy council chamber.

The nobles, already entangled and tearing at each other's clothes, glared at each other and then dispersed.

Kurien remained silent, and an unsettling silence lasted for a while, his gaze growing increasingly sharp.

"I will listen to you and be released without charge."

"You said that there's no need to worry about the Fallen Star Siren, just a little comforting is enough."

“You spoke with such conviction back then, but things didn’t turn out the way you predicted.”

"Tell me, what should we do now?"